#i'm so fucking sad about her watching over buck no matter what he thought

[danburys]

maddie ultimate big sister thesis statement when she gave buck her jeep, her own shard of independence, the last of her hope, ready to have him take off to get away from their parents' stifling disapproval at the expense of her being left behind. if she couldn't be safe and happy, at least he would be. pivotal older sister moment.

#i'm so fucking sad about her watching over buck no matter what he thought #even when he felt abandoned by her she was protecting him #i'm so sad #maddie buckley #911 abc #911 #emspeak

[hoediaz]

for the ask game: F!! would love to know what dialogue youre most proud of (everything you write is SO good so im curious abt it!!)

omg THANK you so much that's so nice 🥺

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

ok this is. so hard bc i am Bad at complimenting myself nknknnd. i'll say that i Guess i'm pretty proud of most of the dialogue in the new girl au bc it's a lot of snappy group dialogue and i'm proud of all of taylor's dialogue in everything i've written her in just bc i have fun writing it nsknkk but for a specific scene i do love this exchange from tying you to me that i'll put under a cut to save everyone the length. i like that the dialogue itself is pretty short and straight to the point but it really cuts to the heart of the matter re: bucklucy and buck and eddie's shared trauma in this universe where they never met until the shooting, but that it's also clear that they understand each other. i also like the callback to earlier at the start of the fic, where buck tells eddie he wasn't in the bar (and eddie doesn't correct him, but then in this scene reveals that he already knew about lucy so he must have been in the bar) and that he doesn't look for him, only to admit that he's always looking for him. this fic was a lot about Soulmate-ism and Fate and Finding your way to someone that you're meant to know and i think this dialogue bit was just a good representation of that i GUESS idk no one look at me i hate being nice about my own shit

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the snippet in question:

Eddie says, “Why did you do it?”

There’s no point in playing dumb, but he has no idea what compels him to peel back his skin to admit, “Because it hurt.”

Another beat of silence. Eddie’s jaw shifts, clenches. “Yeah,” he says, almost too quiet to be heard over Buck’s playlist (and I have this dream where I’m screaming underwater). “I thought so.”

Buck feels horribly sober, a pressure on his chest he can hardly breathe around. He wants another shot, or maybe three. “You thought so? You don’t even know me.” He can’t quite keep the flint out of his tone.

Eddie doesn’t seem to care about Buck’s sharp edges, a soft smile ticking one side of his mouth up. “I guess I don’t.”

The thing is — Buck closes his eyes, so he doesn’t have to look at Eddie when he admits, “It feels like you do, though.” It’s strange, pathetic; that sad kid that just wanted someone to see him poking his head out and asking to be turned away.

But Buck blinks his eyes open, never able to stop himself from putting his hand on a hot stove, and sees Eddie looking back. Eddie’s eyes are brown — not like Taylor’s blue, and not really anything like Lucy’s brown, either.

They’re at a stop sign.

Eddie says, “I know.” His head turns, gaze sliding away from Buck and toward the road. He doesn’t take his foot off the brake. Buck watches the corner of Eddie’s mouth tense, his hands too-tight on the wheel. “You think that’s just the —”

“Trauma?” Buck fills in, tasting copper on his tongue.

Eddie blinks. The car doesn’t move. “Yeah.”

“Are we gonna talk about that?”

Another blink, brittle tension lining his jaw. Buck can see fracture lines all over him, as familiar as his reflection in a mirror. “No,” he says, “we’re not gonna talk about that.”

“Okay.” Buck’s not sure he could, anyway, not with this many drinks in him, not with Lucy’s smile still acting like a fresh bruise on all of his damage.

But Buck’s never been able to stop himself from digging up graves.

“I lied, you know,” he says. Eddie turns to him, a furrow in his brow. “I did. Look for you, I mean. In the bar and — and on calls and, Christ, at the fucking grocery store. I’m always looking for you. Don’t know why.”

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Sad Girl Music | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I don't know about y'all but I've been listening to nothing but All Too Well (10 minute version) and it sparked this idea in me today!

As always, send me any comments, questions, or suggestions! 🤗

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito, @shadytalementality, @everything-burns-down, @rainbow-unicorn-pony, @mandersshow, @emetophilily 💕💕💕

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Sam did a double-take as he passed the living room, surprised to see Bucky sitting on the couch alone.

"Hey, Buck. Whatcha doin' in here? Where's your boo thing?"

You and Bucky had basically been inseparable when you were just friends, and now that you were dating, it was almost impossible to see one of you without the other.

"She's in our room," Bucky said with a chuckle. "She's been listening to this one song all weekend while cleaning out her closet and I wanted to come in here for some quiet reading time".

A knowing look splashed across Sam's face and he sat down across from Bucky, ready to deliver some less than stellar news. "Let me guess,” Sam tiptoed toward the topic, “is the song called All Too Well?"

Bucky nodded, confused as to why it would matter what song you'd been listening to on repeat.

“And is it about, say, ten minutes long?”

Once again, Bucky nodded.

"I'm gonna cut to the chase", Sam sighed, "That's some sad girl music right there. Or mad girl music. A bit of both actually..."

Bucky dog-eared the page he'd been reading and sat forward as his heart began to race. "What do you mean?" he asked, concern coloring his words.

"I mean, that you've got lady troubles. You did something wrong, man. Her listening to All Too Well over and over again does not bode well for your relationship."

Without hesitation Bucky took off toward the bedroom you shared, anxiety washing over him with every passing second. He heard you before he saw you, and paused for a moment to listen to you scream-sing along with Taylor:

"AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN

JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE!

SO CASUALLY CRUEL

IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST.

I'M A CRUMPLED UP

PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE

CAUSE I REMEMBER IT

ALLLLL TOO WELL!"

He swallowed hard before opening the door as Sam's words echoed through his mind. He took a few cautious steps inside and he watched you sitting there amongst your clothes. He couldn’t help but notice that you were absolutely jamming and seemed to be having a great time. A smile instantly appeared on his face; seeing you so happy warmed his heart- you were just so goddamn cute.

"Buck!" you called, dropping the sweater you'd been folding and throwing yourself into his arms.

He paused for a moment before hugging you back, confused as to why you were showing him so much affection if you were mad at him like Sam said. "Hey, baby" he whispered against your neck.

You pulled back, studying the every detail of his face-something about him seemed off. "JARVIS, turn the music off, please" you called. The room fell silent and you turned your attention back to Bucky, lightly stroking his stubble. "Is everything okay?"

A quiet laugh rumbled out of Bucky's chest and he reached for his dog tags, playing with them like he always did when his anxiety got the best of him. "Yeah. Or, at least I thought everything was okay. It's kind of stupid actually, but," he sighed, "I told Sam you'd been listening to that song on repeat, and he said that it was 'sad girl music'. He told me I probably fucked up somehow...it made me nervous."

You pressed the sweetest, gentlest kiss you could manage against Bucky's lips and pulled him close, weaving your fingers in his hair and pressing your body against his.

"First things first: you didn't do anything wrong" you promised, watching as the worry slowly melted from his face. "It's just a great song. And second, never take relationship advice from Sam".

Bucky laughed and nodded, pulling you in for another deep, loving kiss. "It's a really good song", he whispered, "now that I know you're not singing it about me".

"Definitely not singing it about you" you reassured him with a smile. Just then an idea popped into your head and you couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, let me give you some context okay?"

He nodded naively, unaware that you were about to drop decades old Taylor Swift lore into his lap. You dragged him over to the bed and sat him down, preparing to give him your T-Swift soliloquy.

"Okay," you began, "It all started with this guy Jake Gyllenhaal..."

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[mossybank]

69/100 — J. P.

Jeff Pfister x Fem!Reader

Virgin!Jeff x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Y/N repays Jeff for helping her study.

Warnings: Smut, oral (male receiving), public, Jeff gets a boner from Y/N just fucking breathing in his presence, reader is kind of mean, Jeff has a small cock and is a premie

It was no secret that Y/N was failing her classes, academics just weren't for everyone and that was okay; however, being at the university on a scholarship, if her grades weren't consistently high enough she could easily loose it, regardless of the fact that it was for cheerleading. Due to this, she decided to take matters into her own hands, finding a tutor.

Her professor had recommended another boy in her class, Jeff, who had the highest grades, and although he was quiet he was happy to help. The two agreed to meet in the library, working their schedule around Y/N's cheer practise so she could meet up with him afterwards. With their arrangement she was meant to have enough time to change in between practise and studying, but due to practise running over that time was swiftly stolen. Y/N hoped Jeff wouldn't mind her showing up still in her cheer uniform, she doubted be would, if anything it'd probably be a positive what with him being your typical man.

And so, Y/N entered the library still clad in her cheer uniform, it wasn't out of the question to suggest that she'd rolled the skirt up to shorten it, and she wouldn't deny it if pointed out. Perhaps it was uncouth of her, but Y/N had always had a thing for nerds, especially virgins, which Jeff undeniably was, and she couldn't be faulted for wanting to tease.

Spotting Jeff at the back of the library, hiding out in a booth, Y/N made her way over with a slight spring in her step, "Sorry I'm late." She apologised, a smile gracing her features, and she didn't miss the way Jeff's eyes drifted to her chest before her face.

It took Jeff a second to answer, mouth moving but not forming any words, and he adjusted his sitting position, "It's, uh, fine."

Y/N hummed and then the two looked at each other for a while, silence engulfing the room as one waited for the other to say something, eventually with a roll of her eyes, Y/N did so,

"I have a list of what I don't get," She dug through her bag, holding it on her lap which caused Jeff to look at her thighs nearby, she pretended not to see his gaze but the way the corners of her lips lifted to a smirk had to give it away, ".. Here." She slides the paper in front of Jeff, his hand brushing over hers as he grabbed it.

Jeff seems to scoff looking over the list, a momentary reminder that no matter how adorable nerdy guys are they still tended to be pretentious douchebags, and he looks over at Y/N likes she's joking.

"Really? I could do this in my sleep, there's no way you actually need help with this."

A frown makes its way to Y/N's face and she pouts, "C'mon Jeff," She places a hand upon his knee, an act of sincerity, and that seems to shut him up pretty quickly, ", why would I lie about not knowing this stuff? Besides, I'll pay you back for helping..." She leans closer to Jeff, whispering the last sentance in his ear seductively before leaning back to watch him squirm.

Studying seemed to go smoothly, Jeff wasn't the best teacher but he wasn't expected to be, and their session soon came to an end.

Biting her lip, Y/N looked at Jeff coyly, quickly glancing around the library to gauge how alone they were,

"I guess you'll be wanting that repayment I promise earlier, huh?"

Jeff shook his head, "You don't need to pay me, I didn't expect money." He insisted, gripping his backpack, which had been strictly planted over his crotch for the last hour, with such a strong grip his knuckles paled.

"I didn't mean with money, Jeff.." Y/N titled her head, waiting to see if the penny dropped in Jeff's mind, esculating the situation when it didn't by moving her hand to his thigh, "I see the way you've been looking at me, I dread to know what you've been thinking, you must have a pretty colourful imagination.."

She coaxed Jeff to move his backpack from his crotch, hard on evident through his trousers, and smirked. Palming him through his clothes, Y/N's other hand moved to Jeff's face, holding his chin, "You are pretty cute, you know." She comments, the blond currently a sputtering and blushing mess, a sight that causes Y/N to chuckle, "God, this is probably the most a girl has ever touch you in your life, huh? Try not to have a stroke, baby."

Slowly her lips met his and it was clear Jeff had no idea what he was doing, arms planted stiffly to his sides before Y/N took one of his hands and guided it to her boob. The way Jeff helplessly moaned into her mouth almost made her coo as the boy soon pulled away,

"We can't..—" Jeff looks around, craning his neck around the bookshelves that surrounded the two, blocking them from view unless you walked directly passed them, "What if we get caught?"

"So long as you keep quiet, we won't," Y/N slips out of her chair and onto the floor, positioning herself between Jeff's legs, "So shut up and let me help you."

She plays with the waistband of Jeff's trousers, Jeff shuffling to help her remove them along with his boxes, and his cock is final springs out to face the fresh air. Anticipation that had been building in Y/N's system for the past hour crashing down to a desolate disappointment.

Of course, she shouldn't have expected too much, but God had her expectations been high anyway. Jeff's looked down with puppy dog eyes and Y/N hid the disappointment of her face and fluttered her eyelashes at him, going to lick a stripe along his length. Though the action small, it didn't take much to excite Jeff, his breath hitching at the contact.

It wasn't long before Y/N had Jeff's whole cock in her mouth, head bobbing up and down, taking the entire length only proved to be a sad attempt at deepthroating, something proved unachievable with Jeff's equipment, but worthy of an expressive reaction. Jeff struggled to keep quiet, lip bound to be swollen from how hard he gripped it with his teeth to suppress his moans and whines.

His hands snuck to Y/N's hair, giving it a tug in a momentary attempt to take some control, but a quick glare from the cheerleader, eyes filled with the threat of stopping, had him quickly stop. For a while now, Jeff had been leaking precum, and a lot of it.. It was almost concerning and an amount Y/N thought was only produced in shitty eroticas but she supposed she wasn't here to judge, but God was it difficult not to cringe whenever it came into contact with her tongue.

As a distraction, she had started to fondle Jeff's balls alongside blowing him, the wet suckling sounds suprisingly not echoing within the library, and it wasn't hard to tell how much that got to Jeff's head.

Jeff's hips bucked and Y/N knew he must've been close, though a glance at the clock to check how long it had been didn't do Jeff any justice. It was no bother, Y/N was willing to help him build up his resistance to be able to last longer at a later date.

The man coming with a loan groan, Y/N swallowed his seed before popping off his cock, she would have preferred not to swallow but given the two were in public it was much more civil for her to clean up after herself. Still not recovered from the orgasm, Jeff looked at Y/N confused as she stood up quickly and began packing away,

"Same time next week?" She asks a wink sent Jeff's way, but does not wait for answer before leaving, abandoning Jeff Pfister alone in the library, dick out, and longing for more.

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[classysassy9791]

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for @inukag-week on tumblr circa 2016, now officially being updated. Its been a hot minute, hasn't it?

For InuKag Week - Day 2: Warmth

Part 1 l

Part 2 Word Count: 2,600

Can also be found on FFN and AO3.

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Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard.

Sometime between the moment she met the arrogant, rude man known as Inuyasha and the three shots she had consumed, they had fallen into a flirtatious banter that she rather enjoyed. Gone was the pompous jerk who had so rudely called her audacious names, replaced by a man who proved to actually be decent company.

No, she hadn't forgotten about their initial meeting, but as she downed another shot of whiskey, she realized she didn't much care. For the first time in months - maybe longer - Kagome found herself enjoying her evening. With her shackles removed and her inhibitions lowered, she relished in the sweet taste of freedom that had been sorely lacking from her life.

"You did not!" she squealed with absurdity in her tone, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Inuyasha chuckled, tilting his glass and giving a half-shrug. "I did," he confessed sheepishly, but not at all ashamed of his actions. "Miroku ran down the dorm hall, completely naked, screaming after me."

Kagome shook her head. "I can honestly say I have never stolen my roommates clothes while they were in the shower. Or pulled any pranks on them, really."

"To be fair," he continued, signaling the bartender for another round. "He actually met his girlfriend that way."

"By running naked down the hallway?"

He nodded. "Knocked her down and stopped to apologize."

"Still want to leave the tab open?" Kouga interrupted.

"Yeah, that's fine." Inuyasha finished off his beer. "Another round of whiskey shots while you're at it."

Flashing Kagome a smile, Kouga took their empty glasses. "You're going to dry me out."

"It's still early," Kagome barbed playfully. "Your bar will last until midnight at the very least."

He chuckled, filling up their shot glasses and handing them another drink. "Oh, thanks. I was afraid I'd have to close up soon."

Leaving with a, "flag me down if you need me," Kouga wandered to the other end of the bar where a busty blonde waved at him.

Typical, Kagome thought sourly. On the one hand, she didn't like the way her thoughts were turning, considering she didn't really know Kouga, and hated grouping him in with the rest of the spineless male population she had become accustomed to - especially since he was a bartender and it was literally his job to tend to the needs of his customers. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel bitter about his attention leaving her. Maybe it was because she had so blatantly been deprived of it for so long, that her longing for companionship had been exacerbated ten-fold.

Taking a sip of beer - which she had switched to once they started doing shots - Kagome heard her phone buzz in her purse again; it had already gone off several times during her conversation with Inuyasha. She finally pulled it out and unlocked it, frowning at the array of messages popping up on her screen.

Inuyasha raised a brow at the irritable look that overcame her expression before Kagome sighed and locked her phone. She quickly downed her shot of whiskey, not even bothering to 'cheers' him.

"Everything okay?" Inuyasha questioned, against his better judgement. There was a reason people showed up by themselves at a bar on Friday nights - either to drown their sorrows in whiskey or to find company for a few fleeting, midnight hours.

Kagome pressed her lips together. She didn't come to the bar to talk about her problems. She wasn't some sad case that needed a therapist to pour her drinks. If anything, she wanted to forget about the emotional damage that had been inflicted earlier that day. Her heart had been broken, her ego bruised, and no matter how many times her friends had told her he wasn't worth it, their sympathies didn't make her feel any better.

But, alcohol had a funny habit of turning into truth serum, and she found herself spilling her guts before she could stop herself. "Just my ex-boyfriend - er, fiance - blowing up my phone."

Inuyasha chuckled. "Can't take a hint, huh?"

Kagome shrugged with a bitter smile. "I mean, he broke off the engagement. Not sure why he can't follow through with his decision."

She had expected sympathy, perhaps even empathy. That's what most people offered in a situation like this, when they didn't know what to say or how to react. But Kagome was caught off-guard by Inuyasha's next question.

"How long were you together?"

Kagome eyed him curiously, his honey gaze hiding a wealth of understanding. "Five years," she answered him, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Planned our life together, put a ring on it, and even booked the venue. But… I suppose he got cold feet a long time ago."

"His loss. What kind of bastard would put someone through that?"

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer. It wasn't in her best interest to start talking about the past now, and she would rather take the spotlight off of herself all together. "What about you?" she asked her barstool companion as she took another sip of beer. "Any lucky ladies in your life?"

Inuyasha chuckled mirthlessly. "Nah, not anymore."

Kagome arched a brow. "Dare I ask?"

"Not much to tell. Her career and ambitions drove a wedge between us, and she decided they were more important than me. Simple as that."

"Sounds high maintenance."

He grinned. "Something like that. I mean, she knew what she wanted and didn't care what stood in her way. Even me."

Kagome felt an ache beneath her breast for the man beside her. She knew the pain of rejection very well. "Put out in the rain just like a dog. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He frowned at her choice of words, and Kagome knew she may have touched a nerve then, but the alcohol had stripped her of her filter apparently.

"Well, I guess we're all damaged somehow," he replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her nose. "That's a bit thoughtless."

"What can I say? Shit happens. Get over it."

And then Kagome suddenly remembered the arrogant, rude, condescending jerk she had met when she had sat down at the bar earlier in the night. She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you such an ass?"

Inuyasha smirked while bringing his beer to his lips. "You are what you eat?"

Kagome let loose a growl of frustration. She had only known him for a short time, but she had quickly learned that Inuyasha was the most infuriating human being on the planet! "Your immaturity is revolting," she stated matter-of-factly, waving down Kouga for another shot of whiskey. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with the way the conversation had turned.

"I'm not known for my friendly disposition."

Kagome glared at the man sitting next to her. "Is it fun being a jerk to me? Does it satisfy you?"

Inuyasha chuckled. "Actually, it is pretty entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, Inuyasha. You can hide behind that fake bravado all you want, but I know you're just a big softie underneath."

"Keh," he grumbled, finishing off his beer.

Kagome threw him a glare. "What? No witty repartee?"

He set down his empty glass with a little more force than usual, grabbing Kagome's attention. "I know your type, wench," he snapped, his amber eyes boring into hers. "I know exactly the kind of person you are; all high and mighty, acting as if you're better than everyone else. You think you can show someone how great life can be and how fantastic it is if I would just try. Well, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but not everyone is worth saving, all right?"

His words left Kagome stunned into silence for a brief moment. How did their witty banter only a few minutes ago turn into this? This… This denied anger and unadulterated cynicism had Kagome reeling, her thoughts turning to what exactly had penetrated Inuyasha's life so completely that he had such a negative outlook on such.

She pursed her lips. "How much do you think you're worth?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Like twenty bucks. Or two twinkies." He grinned at his own comment, but Kagome didn't find it very funny.

If anything, Kagome felt pity for him. No matter how bleak her life became, she always managed to find the good in it. If a person couldn't do that… Well, that was a pretty sad way to live. "As much as I would love to hear you divulge all of your secrets, this is a great song and I feel like dancing."

"Look, wench," Inuyasha barked out, his anger palpable. "I'm not looking for your validation. I'm pretty fucking happy with my life of dirty pennies and whiskey bottles. We don't all need to be Barbie."

She looked over at him, the low dim of the bar lights shining off his silver hair, and found she could only nurse one wounded heart at a time. "I just wanted you to leave tonight and think the world is a little less horrible than you thought."

"Hey, pretty lady," Kouga greeted as he appeared at the perfect time with another shot of whiskey for her and a full beer, stealing her full attention away from Inuyasha.

Kagome immediately downed the shot and chased it with her beer, ready to forget half of the night and lose herself in the music pounding through the speakers. As the evening wore on, the bar became busier, and the DJ had started up a round of tunes that had half the customers on the dance floor.

Kouga watched her curiously, arching a brow. "You alright there?"

"Dance with me?" she called over the bass pounding through the speakers. Oh yes, it was now the time of the night in which she had no qualms for asking for what she wanted.

He chuckled and glanced over at the other bartenders who appeared to have things under control. "You can steal me for a few minutes."

Kagome grinned and giggled like a school girl, leaving Inuyasha behind without delay. Kouga met her at the end of the bar and took her hand in his as she pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance music blasted through the speakers. Kagome moved and swayed through the bodies crowding near the DJ, the vibrations of the music becoming part of her energy, raising her up several levels at once. Gone were her heartbroken wallows and the biting arrogance of her barstool companion. Her mind buzzed with pure joy. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the black sequins catching the disco ball that twirled above, causing her to glitter on the dance floor.

Kouga pulled her close, his strong hand pressed against the small of her back, his chiseled chest pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and pulled it to the side, feeling the beat of the music pound with each beat of her heart. Bodies pressed in tighter all around them. Kagome felt the part of her that was really her come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free.

"You're beautiful," Kouga's voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

His lips looked soft and very kissable, and Kagome knew her decision-making skills were indeed hindered by the alcohol that buzzed through her veins. And then his attention was caught by something else, his royal blue eyes pulling from hers to the outskirts of the dance floor. He said something to her, attempting to shout above the music, but his words were swallowed up by the electric beat that kept her entranced.

Kagome felt his hands slip from around her waist and he disappeared into the crowd. She didn't bother to follow, her hands playing with her hair, her hips moving to the music as she lost herself within it. This was what her heartbroken soul had fiercely needed; a night to forget all the troubles of the day.

Large, meaty hands found her waist, but they were unfamiliar and too warm to the touch. Kagome felt a warm flush find her cheeks as she gazed up to meet a stranger's hazy stare. He pulled her in close - too close - and even in her alcohol-ridden mind, she felt mild panic begin like sparks in her abdomen.

She tried to push him away, first gently and then forcefully, pretending to laugh at his behavior. "Thanks for the dance, but I need some fresh air."

"C'me on, baby," he slurred, pulling her tighter to his sweaty frame, his hot breath rolling over her skin. "We just met. Let's dance s'me more."

Kagome frowned. "I said no." Before she could stomp on his foot and fight her way out of the throng of dancers, the man was forcefully pulled away from her. They became separated by another man, one with very familiar silver hair who had his back to her. She didn't hear the words exchanged, but whatever was said was enough to send the man scampering off to the other side of the bar.

Inuyasha turned around, his piercing honey eyes studying her expression, before his hand gently wrapped around her waist. His grip on her wasn't strong like Kouga's, or possessive like the stranger. Inuyasha's hand was warm against the small of her back, and the anxiety she felt moments ago melted away.

"You okay?" he asked, swaying his hips in tune with hers as they continued to dance to the beat of the music.

She grinned up at him. "Were you worried about me, jerk?"

"Keh," he grumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I despise you more than any other human I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're loud and wild and apparently have no sense of self-preservation. You also act like you have the mental capacity of a five year old."

"Are you flirting with me?" she barbed in return.

"Maybe."

His hand found the back of her neck, his fingers finding purchase in her hair, his hips grinding against hers. Warmth pooled into the pit of her stomach, his breath caressing her skin, and she moved her lips to find his.

Kagome barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of beer being exchanged between their billowing breaths. Her arm reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, letting a moan escape in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

She could nearly taste the slight bitterness of the beer as it rolled off her tongue and seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers. The kiss coupled with the beer and whiskey humming through her system obliterated every thought. For the first time that day, her mind was locked into the present. Her usual concerns for her life were suspended, and she had no wish for the kiss to end.

But as the music changed, they pulled apart. Inuyasha's skin shimmered with sweat and his amber eyes flecked with gold held her gaze. The beat of the music consumed them under the crazy neon lights, and Kagome felt alive during a night that was still so young.

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag-week #sassy stays classy #my fanfiction #double shot of heaven

[xxmackenziexx]

Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: We get a revelation from Bucky and we get some background info on an *as of right now* minor character. Sweet Bucky and him teasing the hell out of reader.

Warnings: Swearing, mild sexual content, sexual tension, slightly creepy Bucky 

Word Count: 3,004

A/N: Did I title drop? OH YES I DID!!!! Don’t judge me, it just happened. Lol. This chapter was gonna go a different way but then ideas happened and it pretty much wrote itself. Hope you enjoy!!!

Deciding at the last possible second to not ruin your friendship forever, you kissed Bucky's cheek instead of his lips and then slunk back into his arms. You could kick yourself, you knew you wanted Bucky, wanted to be with Bucky, but you knew you couldn't. It was maddening being literally so close to the thing you desired most but not able to reach out and grab it. Well, you could physically grab him, but you wanted more than that. You wanted a love that lasts. A love that consumes them both, body, and soul. You wanted a fiery passion that left you both breathless, you wanted tender moments with soft caresses.

You wanted Bucky more than you've ever wanted anything in your entire life...except his friendship and the irreplaceable bond you shared with each other. You knew if you told him, you'd lose him. And you'd long ago decided that you'd rather not live in a world without him in it. If you lost Bucky, you would simply cease to exist, fading into nothingness. With his arms wrapped around you, pinning you to him, you felt tears prick at the edges of your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. You didn't want to cry, but you did. Your body shook with sobs and Bucky pulled you away from him to look at you questionably.

"What's the matter doll? Why ya crying?" He searched your face for answers as he placed his palm on your cheek and wiped away your tears with his thumb.

You sniffled and pulled yourself a bit out of his reach, putting on a fake smile. "I'm just really glad you found my wallet, Buck." You lied. "Wanna know why I was looking for my wallet the other night to begin with?" You asked, hoping to distract him.

He nodded, not quite believing your lie but smiled sweetly at you anyway. "Sure."

You reached over to grab your wallet and scooted closer to him again, not quite in his arms but definitely in his personal space, your bodies touching. You opened your wallet to grab the small photo of the two of you that you kept there. The edges were frayed and the picture itself showed signs of wear and tear. You held it up to his face and smiled.

His face lit up as he reached for the photo. "Wow y/n, I can't believe you still have this." Admiring the photo some more he turned it over, back, and forth in his hand. "That was a really fun day. I kept mine for so long but now I can't find it anywhere....this is why you were looking for your wallet?" He held it up, his eyebrows rising incredulously.

You shook your head in earnest. "Yea, I thought I'd lost it and that made me really sad. This was a special day. It's my favorite picture of us and anytime I'm sad or happy or just whenever I want to look at it I can." You explained, shrugging at the end.

He beamed at you. Not saying anything, only reaching his hand out to grasp the back of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss the top of your head before placing his forehead against yours. Shaking his head, he let go of you and moved into his seat properly to put his seat belt on, you did the same, putting the center compartment back down to rest your elbow on, so did Bucky, one hand on the wheel. Bucky still didn't say anything as he began the journey home, taking his time. At a red light, he looked over at you, grinning, and flipped his hand over, palm up and open in a silent gesture for you to lace your fingers together. And you did, smiling at him in return. You stayed that way the entire drive, his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand until he pulled up into his driveway. He begrudgingly let go of your hand to put the truck in park and shut off the engine, looking over at you again in the dark, silent cab. You were overwhelmed. You had to get out of the truck, get some distance from him. You couldn't get your hopes up like this. Opening the door, you slid out of your seat, not even glancing his direction before you walked to your door and opened it, leaning your back against the door once it was closed and letting out a sigh.

"Rough day?" Your mom asked from the couch, looking at you with concern and love.

You pushed off the door and sighed again. "Yeah...but good news, Bucky found my wallet. It was in his truck. So, there's that." You said leaning over the back of the couch on your elbows.

"That's good dear, how was the game?"

"It was good. I got a picture of Blake holding my purse, I'm gonna print it and send it to him." You chuckled. "Bucky made a sweat ass tackle there at the end and Steve brought it home. So...we won...obviously." you recounted excitedly. "Then me and Buck went to Penny's to grab some food. And OH MY GOD, they have a new milkshake. It's key lime pie. It's so good mom, oh my god."

Your mom watched you explain your day, smiling and nodding, chuckling when she thought something was funny.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time. I'm sorry I wasn't able to come to the game, I really wanted to be there for James."

"What happened with that by the way?"

She sighed. "Well...we found some weird stuff in a client's books. We had to go down a rabbit hole to figure it all out. We're still looking into it all so the next few days or until we can get it squared away might be long days for me, I'm afraid."

"You gotta do what you gotta do." You shrugged. "My truck will be out of the shop on Monday, they said they'd have someone there to let me pick it up after school since I've gotta stay late to go through and edit the photos from the game and choose some for the school paper and stuff. Bucky said he'd take me since practice should be over by then. So, no worries." You tried to put her mind at ease, knowing she's worried about the prospect of you fending for yourself for a while, even though you were pretty much grown.

"Okay baby. I think I'm gonna head to bed early tonight, today was rough for me too, but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home safe and see how the game went." She said as she stood up and turned the TV off, coming around to hug you before heading to her room.

You made your way upstairs to get some pajamas and take a shower, noticing you smelled like a sweaty football player and shuddered. Before you left though you opened your curtain and saw the light shining behind Bucky's curtain, opening your window, and grabbing a few of the plastic BB pellets you and Bucky use to get each other to open the window before tossing one to his. You waited briefly before throwing two more in quick succession. Eventually, you saw movement as he made his way over and smiled at seeing you, securing his curtains he opened the window, leaning out a bit and nodded his head in that stupid 'what's up motion he knew you hated. It was so dumb.

"Hey." You said, tilting your head to rest on your shoulder, enjoying the view of him in his pajama pants and nothing else.

"Hey." He replied, copying your posture, grinning at you.

Not really having a reason to bug him, you didn't know what else to say. You just wanted to see him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Bout to take a shower. I smell like sweaty football players. You?"

He laughed, holding up a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. "Reading."

You were shocked. Bucky rarely ever read, especially not a classic from the great Alexandre Dumas. "James Buchanan Barnes...I'm impressed." You said, folding your arms under your breasts as you stood up.

"Guess you don't know me as well as you thought you did now huh baby doll?" He teased, his arms spread wide in a mock bow to you.

"Boy!!! I know you better than you know yourself!!!" You bit back, just the tiniest bit offended he would insult you like that.

He placed his hands on either side of the window and hung his head while shaking it slowly, chuckling under his breath. The image did things to you. You saw the muscles in his arms and shoulders roll when he moved, his stomach tightening as he laughed, making his abs more prominent. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, and you couldn't look away, couldn't stop your wayward imagination, not realizing you were biting your lip and literally eye fucking him. There was no hiding that he knew the direction of your thoughts when he lifted his head to look at you again, arms still spread out.

When his eyes met yours, they were dark, tonguing his upper lip as he smiled at you. “You alright there doll?”

You couldn’t breathe.  The way he looked at you, the way he looked period, left a feeling in your chest you’ve never experienced before, you couldn’t identify it or even how to begin explaining it. It was all-encompassing. All you could do was nod your head, returning to a more normal disposition.

He grinned. “Sure, you are. Now get outta here, this book is getting good, I wanna get back to it.” He jerked his head to the side.

All you could do was comply, not able to make any words come out of your mouth. You closed your window, unintentionally leaving the curtains open, and grabbed your things to take a shower.

Feeling y/n shudder underneath him immediately jolted his brain into panic mode, he knew her well enough to know when she was crying like she currently was. Why would she be crying this hard right now, this was a happy moment…right? He leaned her back to investigate, searching her face for any clues. Wiping her tears away, hating that she was upset and worried he had done something to trigger the downpour. She pulled away a bit to explain to show him why she had been searching for her wallet the night of the video chat. Seeing the photo and examining it, he could see how often she took it out of her wallet by the marks of frequent use around the edges of the polaroid-like photo, the plastic over the image itself having a small amount of give in places. He was left speechless and breathless at the notion that such a small thing of them brought out this kind of reaction in her. He was awestruck at the level of devotion to a small piece of paper that held evidence of the strength of their bond, the way she was more upset about losing this small picture of the two of them in each other’s arms laughing and smiling than she was about losing everything else she had in there, all important stuff too. I love her he thought to himself, noticing the way his heart fluttered and warmed at those same thoughts. This was more than the love born in friendship and companionship, this was more…so much more. And he couldn’t stop smiling, truly happy in this moment. He was in no rush to reach their destination, wanting to stay in the moment forever, this little bubble of bliss, holding her hand this way.

But then she bolted. She didn’t say a single word or even look his way as she sprinted to her door and opened it like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. He was shocked, standing there for longer than he’d like to admit, staring at where she retreated into her home. Shaking his head with a sight he walked into his house, seeing his parents at the kitchen table eating, they looked up.

“Hey honey,” his mom said excitedly, “We saw you at the game today, nice tackle there at the end!” She said proudly.

He grinned shyly, “Thanks ma, I actually have something I need to talk to you guys about.” He said as he cupped the back of his neck nervously. Both his parents looking at him with concern.

After explaining the ins and outs of what coach had told him, his parents were beyond excited, they both jumped up and down excitedly as they put their arms around him. They’ve always been so supportive, even his dad, despite his many obligations to the U.S. Army. Him and his dad devised a new workout regime that would hopefully help in getting noticed by a few scouts, agreeing to start as soon as possible, his mom throwing suggestions here and there. After some time, they parted ways and Bucky found himself in his room, too many thoughts filling his head for him to consider sleeping. So, he decided to grab a book, selecting a book y/n brought over to read often enough she left a copy there in his bookshelf. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was about but decided if it ended up being boring it would at least help lull him into a state he could sleep easier. He took his shirt off and grabbed some pajama pants, deciding to lay down on the couch and read there. The book was a little confusing at first but was quickly drawn into the retelling of a harsh betrayal, a lost love, a prison escape, and the ultimate vengeance on those that betrayed the man who lost everything, only to rise from the ashes a changed man. He quickly realized why y/n enjoyed this book so much, it was good!

Tap

Jerked from the vision in his mind, brought to life on the pages in front of him he looked around, trying to find the cause of the sudden noise, finding nothing, and eagerly returning to the book in his hands.

Tap...tap.

Now he recognized it. With a slightly frustrated sigh he got he got up and saw y/n across the way, he smiled at her. She didn’t say anything but a shy hello, so he asked what she was doing. Her reply made him swell with pride knowing it was his scent that clung to her. And when he showed her the book he was reading in response to her question she was visibly impressed and even stated so. He was proud he could conjure this type of response in her, simply by reading, noticing the way her arms framed her breasts nicely. He decided to tease her a bit, ‘baby doll’ slipping from his lips, enjoying the notion of calling her that more than he’d like to admit. Her clever retort had him laughing, holding onto the window frame for support. Lifting his head after his bought of laughter he noticed the way her lower lip was caught in her teeth, how her eyes grew darker as they roamed his body. It was blatantly obvious she was checking him out and enjoying what she saw. This wasn’t a new thing for him, many people often ogled him when he was jogging or working out, what was new, however, was that y/n was the one doing it now. This was the first time he ever saw her appreciate his body and he realized he enjoyed it. A lot.  

“You alright there doll?” He couldn’t help but tease just a little. He liked the way she always blushed when he got the courage to behave this way, the way her breaths became quicker, and her pupils dilated. He knew what he was doing to her, he knew she was turned on. And the thought excited him in such a way he was fighting back the urge to grasp his pajama pants a little. She didn’t even respond to his question, she simply nodded and tried her best to hide her body’s response to the situation. After encouraging her to go take her shower so he could continue to read, he noticed she left her curtains open, and a sinister plan came to mind. His small sofa was angled in such a way that if he lied down, he could see a great deal of her bedroom, almost all of her bed, her desk, her closet, and bedroom door. He never really noticed this before, but he was suddenly thankful for the bay windows they each had. He also knew that when the lights were off in his room, because of the angle of the roofs and their respective houses, you couldn’t see a damn thing. He’d been in her room enough times to know how his room looked from her window. He was filled with eager anticipation for the game that was about to unfold for him as he turned off his lights and got comfortable on the couch, laying one hand on his stomach and the other bent behind his head, his legs spread as one leg was kneeled up against the back of the couch. His mind played visions in his head at the thought of her being in the shower right now, of the things he might glimpse as he made a plan to make sure the curtains would be open for at least a little while. He also decided that since he’s getting a show, unbeknownst to her, he’d do the same for her, remembering he had a strict workout regime that needed to be implemented from here on out. He grinned like the cheshire cat at how he’d torture her now that he knew she at least liked his body enough to be caught admiring it.

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[phantomofsilence]

Title : Stuck Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Word Count : Honestly who the hell knows?

Warning : Sad Bucky, sad Steve, you can see it from the request.

A/N :

Alright so i already posted this request but Tumblr somehow deleted it. So i had to do it all over again. Well thankfully not the story, i fortunately wrote it in the notes, i learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway along with a story the request itself was deleted. So i think this is how the request went, if it was your request message me if it was wrong. Also i had a really hard time with this request, i don't know why i just wasn't inspired, well probably more tired from college than inspired, but that's why it took so long. I wanted to do it right. Also for anyone else who send me a request i saw it, and i will right it as soon as my obligations allow me some free time. Also i did the P. O. V. thing so don't get confused. Okay, enough rambling, i hope you like it. And also i believe there was a compliment in the request for gif usage, thank you for that. 😘😘😘❤️

Request : Can you do a fic where you and the new agent are getting closer to the point where the team suspects that you are falling out of love with Bucky? (angst to fluff).

Steve's P. O. V.

As soon as he saw her enter the kitchen Chris was out of his seat smothering her in a hug, but Natasha and Steve, hung back and watched with frowns on their faces.

They stayed quiet during their conversation occasionally sipping coffee.

Their stubbornness and Steve's persistence in making sure both him and the team stay out of this complicated and deeply personal situation, rendered them mute, as they stood there cold and stoic, as they sipped on their coffee.

Many would say the intimacy in the embrace, those gentle smiles, and completely unnecessary gazes they were curently being subjected to were highly inappropriate and Steve would have to agree with them.

The more he watched, the more sorry he felt for his friend. But no, Steve wasn't angry at her, he was hurt. How could such a sweet girl be so uncaring? No one deserves this kind of treatment, his friend the least. He's been through so much already, Steve thought you out of all people understood this.

He lost so much, did he have to lose you too?

You were the rock that kept thing moving, a force anyone could fall back on if needed to be. And you want to abandon it all, for this Chris, a man you barely know compared to his friend.

Steve knew he was letting his feelings cloud his judgement, and you haven't really done anything but spent time with a man you claimed was your friend, a man that was your partner. He knew he spent just as much, if not more time with Natasha and she was one of his most valued friends.

Also, Chris seemed like a nice guy, the kind of man if you were still single he'd advise you to go for.

But that's it, you weren't single. In fact you were in a committed relationship with the most important person in his life.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know what to do. Invade his best friend's privacy or let his best friend be hurt when he could at least cushion the blow.

One more look at the 'lovely couple' and he decided, privacy be damned, his friend deserves honesty at least and he was gonna make sure he got it for him.

"Steve.." a voice trailed off cautiously, he looked over the see Natasha leaning on the counter facing them, with her head turned towards him looking at him.

"I know, Nat." he knew he shouldn't have snapped, it wasn't her fault. She sighed.

"Steve it should be one of us, I know it sucks to hurt him like that, but it's even worse if he caught them, and we knew but didn't tell him."Like always the redhead was right, but he still tried to reason with her.

"But she hasn't done anything yet Natasha, we can't make things up when they didn't happen."

She rolled her eyes at his statement. "Yes, Steve, she hasn't done anything, yet Steve. The key word being yet. Come on, Steve! They've known each other for only two months, and they are joined at the hip. If you think Bucky didn't notice you are mistaken. Dude's been giving her the kicked puppy eyes for days now and she hasn't even noticed choosing to ogle at her new beau. This calls for revenge! "The redhead took a deep breath and said.

" He is your best friend Steve, if the rolls were reversed wouldn't you like him to say something? "

Steve didn't respond, it wasn't necessary, they both knew the answer. Instead of pushing him, Natasha gently squeezed his shoulder and left him in the kitchen to think it over.

An hour later Steve was letting out his anger on a punching bag. The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he got.

This wasn't his relationship but it was his friend. Thou you were his friend too, after Peggy's death you along with Natasha were there for him, hell you've spent the whole day making jokes just to make him forget.

You were like Bucky, the Bucky from before, not just before The Winter Soldier, but before the war. The guy that got him in a lot of trouble and the guy that stood by him and protected him when he took a bite too large to swallow.

The man that took him to many unsuccessful dates, his companion, his family, it's what drew him to you.

You were a sense reality in the world that no longer made sense, a familiar face in a strange place.

Although he wanted to protect his friend, he also felt oddly protective of you. He couldn't betray your trust, but he couldn't betray Bucky either.

Why did this has to be so hard? He thought and punched the punching bag so hard it ripped and fell few feet away.

"What did that punch bag ever do to you?" Said a man Steve was successfully avoiding since this morning.

"Oh, hey Buck. What's up?" he said trying to act nonchalant. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?" Bucky demanded.

"I'm not avoiding you." Steve mildly shrugged. Glaring at him he got closer almost to his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Steve could hear the anger in his voice, but also hurt, trying to protect him he's the one that ended up hurting him.

"Nothing, Buck." Steve said. "Listen here, punk!

"It's bad enough the love of my life could possible be cheating on me right now, now i can't even trust you!? What the hell man?"

Steve looked at his best friend, his eyes were puffy, tears threatening to spill, but he refused to let them fall, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well, his hands shaking in anger, this was a man already hurt.

"Look i wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't want to betray her either so I've been ignoring you both so i don't hurt anyone. I guess that ship sailed." He said, his friend deserved honestly at least he can get it from him.

"You think she's cheating on me?" asked Bucky. "I don't know, man. I did not see her so anything, from all we know we're just making stuff up."

Steve frowned, even thou he shouldn't do it now, he was defending her. "You're a good friend, Steve. But i didn't ask what you saw, i want a yes or no answer." Bucky said.

"Why do i matter, why are you asking me? If you really wanted to know you'd ask her. But you're asking me because you know i will never give you that answer. So why are you asking me, Buck?" Steve demanded.

Bucky glared at him, before he grabbed his shoulder giving him a smile." You're a punk, kid."Bucky said, paused to inhale and exhale before continuing." It's because i don't really wanna know. I love her, Steve. If fact i love her so much that even thou, she 's literally ripping me in half, my brain is still finding a reason to forgive her. That she loves me and it's all a mistake. I'm pathetic."

Bucky lowered his head, squeezed his shoulder again, let go and turned to leave.

At the door Steve voice halted him in place.

" You're not pathetic. You love her. Knowing you my whole life, you were never soft on a dame like that. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Without turning around Bucky whispered. "Me too." And left.

Steve could see it bright as day this man was a mess. He had to do something, you might be his friend, and it wasn't his business , but he was about to confront you.

Steve knew you, you were not a coward.

He would get you to tell the truth, perhaps it wasn't too late. You need to be honest and you might even work it out with Bucky.

Taking his phone out of his pocket he texted you to meet him in his room.

Your P. O. V.

After the workout Chris suggested you go to the diner you always go after a successful mission.

"Come on it's been some time since we been there." Snorting at that statement you replied. "We literally went there two days ago."

Groaning Chris whined. "Exactly, too long, come on i know you can practically taste those fries and that strawberry and vanilla milkshake you like. Eh, it will be fun and if i may say so i make great company."

Although the offer was tempting, and you really could taste those fries and that delicious milkshake, you had to go home to your boyfriend.

You missed him so much, and judging by those sad eyes he's been giving you he missed you just as much, if not more.

The missions you were being sent on this past month left little to no time for your relationship, and now having to prepare for an undercover mission of great importance and you weren't allowed to speak about it with anyone according to Maria, you were forced to spend all your free time with Chris.

Well forced was a harsh word, Chris was a great man and an amazing partner, but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Sorry gotta take a rain check." You mumbled apologetically. Chris smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey i get it, if i had a hunk like that waiting for me at home, i wouldn't even bother talking to you. Scram, kid." You arched an eyebrow on chuckling. "Is that so? "

"I'd fuck him."

As you were nearing your apartment your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen you saw you had a text from Steve. Opening it read' We need to talk, met me at my place'.

Steve was not the best texter but he never sounded this urgent and formal. If this was about the mission he would have asked meat at The Tower, this was personal.

Something was wrong.

All it took was three knocks to be met with Steve's hard gaze, he stood aside allowing you to come in.

"So we need to talk?Are you breaking up with me Steve?"A light-hearted joke that was meant to brighten the mood was met with a glare. Okay, not the right crowd.

"Listen, i know it's non of my business and you're my friend, but this needs to end. What the hell is going on with you and Chris? "

Steve asked firmly before placing his hands on his belt buckle. You knew that stance, you've seen it a million times, it was meant to frighted and send a message that he met business.

You never thought you's see it being used on you. But you weren't so easily scared.

"You're right, Steve it's non of your business ." You replied defensively. Who was he thinking he could question you?

"You're right, but i don't care. I'm the one who has to watch my friend heartbroken when you leave with Chris, so excuse me if I'm a little protective. Just don't. Own up to it." Steve said.

"Own up to what, Steve? Heartbroken? My Bucky? What the hell is going on?" You demanded. You have done nothing to Bucky. What the hell is he talking about?"You hurt him and..." Steve began but you cut him off. "Hurt him i haven' t even spoken to him!" You piped up.

"Exactly."

Bucky's P. O. V.

Knowing he couldn't stay cupped up in his room with all those thoughts swearing in his head Bucky decided to take a walk, and by walk he meant a run, muttering angry at nothing and panting wildly.

He wasn't sure if he was panting because he was tired from the aggressive run or the work his mind put him through.

He decided the latter.

As if he was cursed to suffer today, he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Chris strolled up to him, a bright smile on his face, as if he wasn't the cause to his misery. Some nerve on this guy!

"Hey, Buck right?" he said to Bucky holding his hand for him to shake. Bucky just looked down at it frown.

"Not a hand shaker? Alright, i get it. I'm getting used on it myself.Also some say it's unhygienic."

What pissed of Bucky even more was that Chris wasn't even fazed by Bucky unfriendly stance. This guy!

"Anyway i just wanted to meet the man my partner won't shut up about. I mean that woman's got you on a pedestal you'd think your shooting rainbow out of your ass."

Keep rubbing salt to an open wound, Bucky though. This dude was something else.

"Look man, i don't really know her for that long, but she's kinda grown on me. She's one heck of a woman. She means a lot to me and... " Bucky cut him of. "I can imagine." He remarked through his teeth.

"No, you really can't, she has been there for me after the war, you know when you get back everyone keeps walking on egg shells around you, it's a strange place, even the bed feels wrong, too soft. But she made me feel human."

Suddenly the anger for the man was gone and all that was left was confusion. Chris was a marine? It would explain his posture.

" She's not afraid to hold me, i thank God or whatever is out there everyday for a friend like her. "

Bucky knew what he was talking about oh to well, she made him fell the same. She was comfort, she was peace, she was his home.

" Why are you telling me all of this? "Bucky asked.

" Because I'm not blind, i know a jealous man when i see one. She holds me because it helps me relax, not because she is in love with me. Don't even try to deny it. I know what it feels to love her, but you know what it feels like to be loved by her. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's me. Don't screw this up, man. See ya. "

Before Bucky even had the chance to process what Chris had said, he turned and ran the other way.

Walking into your room you felt oddly nervous. You didn't even know it but you've made the man you love, a man in doubt.

He now questioned your love and you did not even notice. Sure you saw a bit of sadness but regarded it as him simply missing you.

Not a man heartbroken and riddled with insecurities. He probably hasn't even slept right and you didn't see it.

There was no reason for your fear, the room was empty, no Bucky in sight. Footsteps in the hallway made you turn around. Walking out of the room you followed the footsteps into the hallway, outside your apartment, down the stairs and only when you were outside did you catch the glimpse of the man of our.

Gathering enough courage you called out Bucky who at the sound of your voice turned and froze.

The tension was high, you could feel it in the air as you stared at one another.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak not even knowing what to say Bucky crossed the distance, grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you.

It only took you a second to respond, the kiss was desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, while hands roamed all over, pulling, squeezing.

Pulling away for air you kept your eyes closed. "Tell me you love me." Pleaded Bucky, making you feel even more guilty.

Opening your eyes your hands sneaked themselves around his neck pulling until your forehead touched his own.

"I'm not sure about a lot of things Bucky. But there is one thing i am sure about and that is that i love you, James Buchanan Barnes, i love you and i always will. I'm sorry i ever made you doubt my love. "

"No, i am the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place. I got so stuck in my own head. I'm sorry. I love you so much, doll."

"I love you. Let's just forget about it and agree that from now on we will talk about this things. No holding back. "

"You're right. From now, we talk. But please be patient with me. And do me a favor, will you."

"Anything."

"Don't quit on me. I know it can be hard to be with me sometimes, but I love you as much it is possible for this broken man to love. "

"You're not broken, just bent. And don't act like I'm a walk in the park, i know i can be frustrating. But this is a relationship, we work together, we compromise, we fight, we make love. We don't quit on each other, we fight for us."

"I love you."

"And i love you."

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Paper Moon Part 11

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 11!

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

Word count: 3200+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: MEGA SUPER SMUT. Yes it’s unprotected. M/M and F/M/M. Melissa being that slightly Domme woman she is. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

I cannot believe this is actually happening. I’m sitting at Melissa’s little kitchen bar with her and Bucky while we eat Chinese and laugh and talk and spill secrets. Everything is feeling right and perfect. It’s as if my world view righted itself and everything fell into its proper place. It feels… like home. Finally like home.

I look between them as they laugh at something or another, and she’s punching his arm at something he’s said and it doesn’t matter because - Oh my god they are a vision together. And they’re mine. They’re both mine.

They stop when they realize I’ve been quiet for a while, just watching them and I hear her silky voice. “Steve honey? You alright?”

Her brows are kinked upward, looking a little worried. Bucky’s head is tilting to the side and he’s looking at me slightly concerned. She’s beautiful. He’s gorgeous. And they’re mine.

“Yeah, doll. I'm…. I’m perfect. I’ve never felt this good in my life.” I shake my head as if I can’t believe it. “I’m just admiring what this grand universe has granted me.”

She reaches over and brushes her thumb against my flushed cheek. Bucky matches her action and I breathe out the most contented sigh.

“I know, pal. I never thought, never dreamed I could be this happy. Certainly not after everything I’ve done. But I look at you and I look at her, and I’m rocked to the bottom of my soul…” Bucky trails off as he looks down.

I know he doesn’t believe he’s worth this, like she doesn’t. And they are, they deserve so much happiness. And I want nothing more than to give it to them as long as I breathe.

I reach for his hand, grasping it before brushing the back of it lovingly with my thumb. He looks up, eyes meeting mine as his lips curl into a soft, sad smile. “We’re going to make this work. We are. You and I have waited far too long. We deserve this.” Grabbing her hand, I add, “We all deserve this.”

Melissa gives a soft sigh of disbelief at the last part, brushing off that thought. I look directly at her, “You do. You deserve happiness. After everything you’ve told us, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I pull her off her stool quickly and into my lap as she yelps. Chuckling at her reaction, I bury my face into her neck, nipping at the soft skin there making her squirm.

Bucky is behind me suddenly - our food abandoned as he wraps his arms around my waist, lips against my jaw making me moan softly against her.

I link my fingers through his at my hip, letting my head loll to the side to allow him more access. I can feel him inhale deeply before his tongue darts out to taste my skin.

Melissa leans in closer, her lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss before joining Bucky’s at my jaw. Their teeth nip at me, at each other’s lips, then me again and I’m losing all train of thought.

Bucky tugs my hips back against him, and I can feel his arousal pressing against me. Melissa swings her leg over my lap to straddle me, and our breathing quickens. She’s grinding her heated, damp, naked core against the bulge on my jeans each time Bucky pulls me back against his own trapped in his sweats.

I lift my arm and grab behind me pulling Bucky closer by the back of his neck, lost in the feel of him molded to me. Hips, chest, lips, tongue, teeth, his metal hand digging into the flesh of my left thigh. Melissa’s rocking on me, the fingers of my other hand tangling in her hair as we share a rough kiss. This is better than I ever imagined.

She cries out suddenly, her mouth opening fully against mine and it’s then I realize that Bucky is reaching around the other side to tease her wet folds. “Have you tasted her, Steve? Have you tasted our Angel?” His lips brush the skin behind my ear, rutting his swollen, cloth covered cock against my back.

“I have but it will never be enough. Never.” I pull away from her kiss and he’s sliding his fingers over my lips, coated in her slick, rolling the pads of them onto my tongue. Roughly, he takes the same hand and grabbing a thick hank of my hair at the crown, bending me backward to assault my mouth with his as we share her flavor between us.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I suck at his lips, nibbling them before letting him slide his tongue over mine. We kiss with an ease and passion like we’ve been doing it for a hundred years. Little whimpers of pleasure are coming from Melissa as she watches us from her perch atop my lap, Bucky’s hand having returned between her legs, teasing her.

He’s toying with her clit, I can tell by the noises she’s making so I slide a hand under his, dipping two fingers into her leaking entrance. The kiss between he and I becomes more hungry and heated and I pump my fingers in and out of her leisurely, loving how she feels around them.

“Angel,” he murmurs against my mouth, “Can you cum for us, right here, right now? You’re close, ain’t ya, sweetheart? I know you are. I can feel you swelling. Your tiny pink little bud, so delicate, so sensitive. She’s tightening around your fingers, isn’t she, Steve?”

I don’t move my mouth from his to answer, “Yes she is, Buck. Christ, she feels so good.” As I lick into his mouth, savoring him, I curl my fingers toward her front wall as he pinches and rolls her little bundle of nerves.

That’s all it takes and she’s falling apart for us, shuddering, “Oooohhh fuck… oh god, Steve, Bucky yes fuck yes my good boys…” Her nails rake down my back and his arm as we bring her through bliss, until she can no longer move.

Her mouth is slack, head slung to the side barely able to hold onto us. She’s collapsed on my chest, and I slip my fingers out of her, mimicking Bucky’s action from earlier and sliding them against his lips before kissing him roughly. I can feel her shaking, little tremors rocking her body while Bucky keeps brushing her clit with his thumb.

“Non, non. Too much,” and she’s sliding off my lap onto her wobbly legs. I catch her, helping her to her feet her robe still halfway open.

Bucky chuckles as he pulls away, “I think we should take her to bed, don’t you?” He’s placing little kisses on my neck, pulling Melissa in close to his chest.

The next thing I know she’s grabbing my hand as she heads down the little hallway, “Well, I certainly agree.” Her laugh echos as we all scramble toward the bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

We’re all three fumbling toward her - our?- bedroom, giggling like school kids, unable to keep our hands off each other. I pick her up easily and toss her onto the bed, which makes her laugh and it’s SUCH an intoxicating sound.

I take advantage of Steve being distracted by it too, to grab him and kiss him full force, tugging his shirt off over his head. We’re fighting to get each other undressed. His shirt, my shirt. His jeans, my sweats. To our mutual surprise, neither of us are wearing any boxers. We grin, finally getting to feel one another, skin to skin for the first time.

I feel drunk, like back in the day when I could really get drunk, and I can’t stop kissing him. My hands explore every inch, feeling each exposed piece of flesh while he makes little sounds of pleasure doing the same to me.

His fingers find my scar, and he pauses here. It feels like everything slows down suddenly. He gingerly touches it, his eyes tinged with hurt and regret and a deep sadness as he looks me over.

I grab his wrists, stilling them, “It’s not your fault, Steve. Please don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.” I let go of his wrists, cupping his face in my hands, “You didn’t know. You couldn’t know.” I pull him in for a deep, loving kiss, soft yet unyielding.

I can feel him fully relax, then press against me, needy, wanting. Our cocks brush against each other’s and we both moan softly before he’s kneeling suddenly, grasping mine in his hand.

He looks to Melissa, kneeling up beside us on the bed, and she nods, “You want to taste him, don’t you, mon bon petite Captiane?”

A grunt comes from him and I’m getting harder and harder as he grips me tight. My fingers slide into his hair, my legs trembling and she reaches out, pulling his head back so she can look at him, “Steven. Use your words.” Fuck, that tone she uses makes my knees weak.

“Oui, Maîtresse, I do.”

“Then taste him. He wants you to. Look at him, so ready to feel your mouth on him. He’s waited for decades for this, indulge him. You don’t need my approval.”

And he does and I am lost. That I can have him, her, both of them, either of them, all of them. The feel of his mouth on my sensitive head is enough to make me nearly collapse. Seeing him on his knees before me, wanting nothing more than to give me pleasure has me nearly cumming instantly.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted and now it’s happening and I still can’t believe it.

Steve is taking his time, his soft insistent tongue exploring every dip and ridge and and I’m trembling violently. It’s like he’s memorizing me, the feel of me, my scent, my sounds and reactions. Like I did with Melissa.

He looks undeniably beautiful. His mussed blonde hair all spiked in different directions from our hands, skin perfectly flushed pink in all the right places, mouth surrounding my cock as he stares up at me. His grip on my base hasn’t lessened. He keeps pumping, obviously doing to me what he knows feels good to him.

And GOD does it feel good. His tongue runs over my slit tasting the precum that gathered while we were in the kitchen and continues to flow. He lets out a moan at the flavor and I’m only moments from exploding.

“Steve…fuck..” my knees are buckling, “I’m gonna cum Steve, baby, so if you don’t want a mouthful you’re going to have to move.. Oh god..” my hands grip his hair and try to tug him backward, but he snarls possessivly and doesn’t let me back away. He keeps sucking and pumping and finally I release into his mouth, uttering a string of unintelligible words in Russian and English mixed with growls and grunts.

He swallows everything, though it takes him a bit, grinning widely, so proud of himself. I drop to my knees once he’s done, hungrily kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Greedy boy, ain’t ya, jerk?” I murmur lowly as I finally pull back for a breath.

“You’re goddamn right I am, punk. I’ve waited too long for this, I’m not missing a single drop. You’re mine. Every bit of you.” And his hands are suddenly in my hair roughly pulling me into yet another fierce kiss.

We both turn and look at Melissa who has propped herself up against the pillows on her head board, merely watching the show. She’s tossed her robe on the floor somewhere because she’s gloriously laid bare, knees splayed, finger slowly strumming her delicately sensitive clit as she’s taking us in. Her teeth pressing into her bottom lip, a wicked little grin playing at the corner of her lips, she raises a single brow at us.

“You two… are going to be the death of me yet.” Giving a little whimper as she dips a finger inside her deliciously tight entrance then bringing it back to her clit slowly, she looks from me to Steve to me again, merely waiting. Watching. Studying.

It takes about two seconds for Steve and me to scramble up on the bed, both of us lunging for her like wolves stalking prey, burying her beneath kisses and nibbles and strokes and licks. She’s laughing madly beneath us between gasps of pleasure and surprise.

Steve and I each take a leg, spreading her open and begin to kiss slowly up, starting at her ankles, passing her calves, tickling the crooks of her knees with our lips. She’s shaking, the contact from the two of us perhaps overwhelming her.

“Now boys… be gentle with your old lady.” she manages to murmur as her fingers slide into our hair. She tugs at our strands hard before he and I meet at her core. My eyes lock with his and we both begin to feast on her, sharing her between us, kissing each other, then licking her, repeating this over and over before she starts pushing at our heads.

He and I pause our actions, peering up at her as she’s shuddering beneath us. “What’s wrong, Angel?”

She’s looking back and forth between us with a scowl. I’m starting to get worried. I look at Steve and he seems worried, too.

She puts her hands on her hips and intones in a low husky voice, “If one of you don’t fuck me right now I’m kicking you both out.”

MELISSA’S POV

I’m trying, but I can’t hold the frown. I start laughing and I pull Bucky toward me as Steve leans in to capture my lips in a deep, slow kiss. “You keep saying we’re gonna be the death of you, but I think it’s the other way ‘round, Maîtresse.”

I feel Bucky position himself between my legs, his already rock hard cock nudging my entrance gently before sliding all the way in, making me groan against Steve’s mouth which makes him kiss me even harder, my back arching up off the bed. “Fucking hell…”

My fingers tighten in Steve’s hair as Bucky starts the slow drag in and out, already moaning about how good I feel around him. Steve kisses a lazy path from my chin to my jaw to my neck and down my chest before capturing a taut nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping it gently as he tugs on the barbell there. His hand finds my other one and the stimulation is just… fucking incredible.

I feel his mouth suddenly disappear, Bucky having grabbed his hair and pulled him into a deep, heavy kiss. God, I love seeing them together.

I can feel Steve’s arm working his cock as they kiss, hearing Bucky grunt and groan into it as he plows into me. I watch them above me, and between my own moans and whimpers, I manage to get out, “Suck his cock, Sergeant.”

Bucky breaks the kiss to look down at me, teeth pressing into his lower lip. “He’s waited as long as you have. You want to, I know you do. Do it.” I raise my hands to trail down his belly, simply enjoying the feel of him being inside of me.

Suddenly, Bucky flips us around to where he’s on his back and I’m riding him. I reach behind him, propping his head and back up on the pillows against the headboard and Steve crawls over to us. He looks down at Bucky who’s wearing a huge smirk, “Get over here, jerk.”

He reaches out and grabs Steve by the ass, pulling him forward and instantly wrapping his lips around Steve’s swollen head. He growls against him with a particularly sharp buck of my hips, sliding him deeper inside of me.

I watch Steve’s head loll backwards at the initial contact, his hips jerking forward, Bucky’s name tumbling off his lips like a quiet prayer. His long fingers slide into the dark strands of Bucky’s hair, but he doesn’t tug. He just rests them there.

I start to move my hips again and I lean forward to press my lips against Bucky’s collarbone as he works Steve’s cock with that wickedly skillful tongue of his. I make little marks up and down his flesh, whispering what a good boy he is, how well he’s pleasuring Steve and me.

Each time I thrust against his hips he groans against Steve’s cock, and Steve is starting to tremble. “That’s it, come on my good boy, show Steve how much you want him, how much you need him. Look at how well you’re doing, he’s a wreck, Sergeant, and that’s all because of you.”

Bucky must be doing something right, because Steve is already warning him the same way Bucky warned Steve. Not to be outdone, Bucky digs his fingers into the flesh of Steve’s ass, holding him in place as Steve releases into his mouth, a babbling incoherent mess at the end.

He collapses beside Bucky, spent for the moment as Bucky works to swallow what Steve has given him.They’re kissing each other softly now, foreheads pressed together. I pick up the pace, renewed into the moment by what I just saw. Bucky gives a low growl and starts to pound up into me, sitting up to press me against his chest.

He attacks my neck, my shoulders with nibbles and kisses, then moves back a bit as Steve’s nudges him to get at my breasts, mouth latching to my nipple, fingers tugging on the other.

I toss my head back, lost in the pleasure when I feel Bucky’s metal hand slide down to my hip to guide me faster and his flesh hand snake between us to capture my little bundle of nerves. My whole body is trembling and I hear them, chanting for my release, mixed praises, each name for me, “Come on, Angel, let go for us…” “That’s it, Maîtresse, give us what we need, what we crave…”

I can feel it build, it’s right on the edge and finally the thread breaks as I cum around Bucky’s cock, white spots popping in my line of vision. I feel as if I’m floating, disconnected as my mouth tries to frame words and cannot. Something in French, intermingled with their names and a myriad of screams and whimpers, my nails digging into Bucky’s abdomen. His release is immediate once he feels me tighten, spilling into me all he has. “Holy shit, Melissa …. Oh fuck…”

They watch in awe as I come apart for them, one of Steve’s hands now cradling my head so I don’t fall backwards. I can feel his lips tenderly kissing the corner of my mouth while Bucky is licking along my jawline. My bones feel like jelly and I collapse forward onto Bucky’s chest, my head rolling onto Steve’s shoulder as they sit side by side.

“My god, my Angel. I have never seen anything more beautiful than that in my life.” Bucky’s brushing his thumb along my lower lip as he curls the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. Steve is running his fingers through my hair, cooing soft praises against the crown of my head. They lean their heads against each other’s as they cradle me, their faces matching masks of adoration.

I regain my breath, my power of speech and mumble, “Who’s going to be the death of whom?” I laugh softly, still feeling weightless in the strong arms of my two boys.

Exactly where I’m meant to be.

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Paper Moon Part 11

MB - @thecountessakasha back again! Ok. I am super, duper sorry Part 11 took so long. Since I have a new job and come home everyday exhausted beyond measure, it’s taken me much longer to get this part together. Good news is, it’s finally here! Hopefully the amount of smut in it will make up for it? Because it’s pretty much 100% smut.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling. You are a literal angel sent from heaven.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her and start to vie for her affections. However, they end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3500+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A little angst if you squint. DETAILED SUPER SMUT. (F/M, M/M, F/M/M) (Also if anyone is uncomfortable with them not practicing safe sex, let me know. There ARE reasons and they HAVE discussed them amongst themselves. I just didn't detail it here.) Possible fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

I cannot believe this is actually happening. I’m sitting at Melissa’s little kitchen bar with her and Bucky while we eat Chinese and laugh and talk and spill secrets. Everything is feeling right and perfect. It’s as if my world view righted itself and everything fell into its proper place. It feels… like home. Finally like home.

I look between them as they laugh at something or another, and she’s punching his arm at something he’s said and it doesn’t matter because - Oh my god they are a vision together. And they’re mine. They’re both mine.

They stop when they realize I’ve been quiet for a while, just watching them and I hear her silky voice. “Steve honey? You alright?”

Her brows are kinked upward, looking a little worried. Bucky’s head is tilting to the side and he’s looking at me slightly concerned. She’s beautiful. He’s gorgeous. And they’re mine.

“Yeah, doll. I'm…. I’m perfect. I’ve never felt this good in my life.” I shake my head as if I can’t believe it. “I’m just admiring what this grand universe has granted me.”

She reaches over and brushes her thumb against my flushed cheek. Bucky matches her action and I breathe out the most contented sigh.

“I know, pal. I never thought, never dreamed I could be this happy. Certainly not after everything I’ve done. But I look at you and I look at her, and I’m rocked to the bottom of my soul…” Bucky trails off as he looks down.

I know he doesn’t believe he’s worth this, like she doesn’t. And they are, they deserve so much happiness. And I want nothing more than to give it to them as long as I breathe.

I reach for his hand, grasping it before brushing the back of it lovingly with my thumb. He looks up, eyes meeting mine as his lips curl into a soft, sad smile. “We’re going to make this work. We are. You and I have waited far too long. We deserve this.” Grabbing her hand, I add, “We all deserve this.”

Melissa gives a soft sigh of disbelief at the last part, brushing off that thought. I look directly at her, “You do. You deserve happiness. After everything you’ve told us, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I pull her off her stool quickly and into my lap as she yelps. Chuckling at her reaction, I bury my face into her neck, nipping at the soft skin there making her squirm.

Bucky is behind me suddenly - our food abandoned as he wraps his arms around my waist, lips against my jaw making me moan softly against her.

I link my fingers through his at my hip, letting my head loll to the side to allow him more access. I can feel him inhale deeply before his tongue darts out to taste my skin.

Melissa leans in closer, her lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss before joining Bucky’s at my jaw. Their teeth nip at me, at each other’s lips, then me again and I’m losing all train of thought.

Bucky tugs my hips back against him, and I can feel his arousal pressing against me. Melissa swings her leg over my lap to straddle me, and our breathing quickens. She’s grinding her heated, damp, naked core against the bulge on my jeans each time Bucky pulls me back against his own trapped in his sweats.

I lift my arm and grab behind me pulling Bucky closer by the back of his neck, lost in the feel of him molded to me. Hips, chest, lips, tongue, teeth, his metal hand digging into the flesh of my left thigh. Melissa’s rocking on me, the fingers of my other hand tangling in her hair as we share a rough kiss. This is better than I ever imagined.

She cries out suddenly, her mouth opening fully against mine and it’s then I realize that Bucky is reaching around the other side to tease her wet folds. “Have you tasted her, Steve? Have you tasted our Angel?” His lips brush the skin behind my ear, rutting his swollen, cloth covered cock against my back.

“I have but it will never be enough. Never.” I pull away from her kiss and he’s sliding his fingers over my lips, coated in her slick, rolling the pads of them onto my tongue. Roughly, he takes the same hand and grabbing a thick hank of my hair at the crown, bending me backward to assault my mouth with his as we share her flavor between us.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I suck at his lips, nibbling them before letting him slide his tongue over mine. We kiss with an ease and passion like we’ve been doing it for a hundred years. Little whimpers of pleasure are coming from Melissa as she watches us from her perch atop my lap, Bucky’s hand having returned between her legs, teasing her.

He’s toying with her clit, I can tell by the noises she’s making so I slide a hand under his, dipping two fingers into her leaking entrance. The kiss between he and I becomes more hungry and heated and I pump my fingers in and out of her leisurely, loving how she feels around them.

“Angel,” he murmurs against my mouth, “Can you cum for us, right here, right now? You’re close, ain’t ya, sweetheart? I know you are. I can feel you swelling. Your tiny pink little bud, so delicate, so sensitive. She’s tightening around your fingers, isn’t she, Steve?”

I don’t move my mouth from his to answer, “Yes she is, Buck. Christ, she feels so good.” As I lick into his mouth, savoring him, I curl my fingers toward her front wall as he pinches and rolls her little bundle of nerves.

That’s all it takes and she’s falling apart for us, shuddering, “Oooohhh fuck… oh god, Steve, Bucky yes fuck yes my good boys…” Her nails rake down my back and his arm as we bring her through bliss, until she can no longer move.

Her mouth is slack, head slung to the side barely able to hold onto us. She’s collapsed on my chest, and I slip my fingers out of her, mimicking Bucky’s action from earlier and sliding them against his lips before kissing him roughly. I can feel her shaking, little tremors rocking her body while Bucky keeps brushing her clit with his thumb.

“Non, non. Too much,” and she’s sliding off my lap onto her wobbly legs. I catch her, helping her to her feet her robe still halfway open.

Bucky chuckles as he pulls away, “I think we should take her to bed, don’t you?” He’s placing little kisses on my neck, pulling Melissa in close to his chest.

The next thing I know she’s grabbing my hand as she heads down the little hallway, “Well, I certainly agree.” Her laugh echos as we all scramble toward the bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

We’re all three fumbling toward her - our?- bedroom, giggling like school kids, unable to keep our hands off each other. I pick her up easily and toss her onto the bed, which makes her laugh and it’s SUCH an intoxicating sound.

I take advantage of Steve being distracted by it too, to grab him and kiss him full force, tugging his shirt off over his head. We’re fighting to get each other undressed. His shirt, my shirt. His jeans, my sweats. To our mutual surprise, neither of us are wearing any boxers. We grin, finally getting to feel one another, skin to skin for the first time.

I feel drunk, like back in the day when I could really get drunk, and I can’t stop kissing him. My hands explore every inch, feeling each exposed piece of flesh while he makes little sounds of pleasure doing the same to me.

His fingers find my scar, and he pauses here. It feels like everything slows down suddenly. He gingerly touches it, his eyes tinged with hurt and regret and a deep sadness as he looks me over.

I grab his wrists, stilling them, “It’s not your fault, Steve. Please don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.” I let go of his wrists, cupping his face in my hands, “You didn’t know. You couldn’t know.” I pull him in for a deep, loving kiss, soft yet unyielding.

I can feel him fully relax, then press against me, needy, wanting. Our cocks brush against each other’s and we both moan softly before he’s kneeling suddenly, grasping mine in his hand.

He looks to Melissa, kneeling up beside us on the bed, and she nods, “You want to taste him, don’t you, mon bon petite Captiane?”

A grunt comes from him and I’m getting harder and harder as he grips me tight. My fingers slide into his hair, my legs trembling and she reaches out, pulling his head back so she can look at him, “Steven. Use your words.” Fuck, that tone she uses makes my knees weak.

“Oui, Maîtresse, I do.”

“Then taste him. He wants you to. Look at him, so ready to feel your mouth on him. He’s waited for decades for this, indulge him. You don’t need my approval.”

And he does and I am lost. That I can have him, her, both of them, either of them, all of them. The feel of his mouth on my sensitive head is enough to make me nearly collapse. Seeing him on his knees before me, wanting nothing more than to give me pleasure has me nearly cumming instantly.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted and now it’s happening and I still can’t believe it.

Steve is taking his time, his soft insistent tongue exploring every dip and ridge and and I’m trembling violently. It’s like he’s memorizing me, the feel of me, my scent, my sounds and reactions. Like I did with Melissa.

He looks undeniably beautiful. His mussed blonde hair all spiked in different directions from our hands, skin perfectly flushed pink in all the right places, mouth surrounding my cock as he stares up at me. His grip on my base hasn’t lessened. He keeps pumping, obviously doing to me what he knows feels good to him.

And GOD does it feel good. His tongue runs over my slit tasting the precum that gathered while we were in the kitchen and continues to flow. He lets out a moan at the flavor and I’m only moments from exploding.

“Steve…fuck..” my knees are buckling, “I’m gonna cum Steve, baby, so if you don’t want a mouthful you’re going to have to move.. Oh god..” my hands grip his hair and try to tug him backward, but he snarls possessivly and doesn’t let me back away. He keeps sucking and pumping and finally I release into his mouth, uttering a string of unintelligible words in Russian and English mixed with growls and grunts.

He swallows everything, though it takes him a bit, grinning widely, so proud of himself. I drop to my knees once he’s done, hungrily kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Greedy boy, ain’t ya, jerk?” I murmur lowly as I finally pull back for a breath.

“You’re goddamn right I am, punk. I’ve waited too long for this, I’m not missing a single drop. You’re mine. Every bit of you.” And his hands are suddenly in my hair roughly pulling me into yet another fierce kiss.

We both turn and look at Melissa who has propped herself up against the pillows on her head board, merely watching the show. She’s tossed her robe on the floor somewhere because she’s gloriously laid bare, knees splayed, finger slowly strumming her delicately sensitive clit as she’s taking us in. Her teeth pressing into her bottom lip, a wicked little grin playing at the corner of her lips, she raises a single brow at us.

“You two… are going to be the death of me yet.” Giving a little whimper as she dips a finger inside her deliciously tight entrance then bringing it back to her clit slowly, she looks from me to Steve to me again, merely waiting. Watching. Studying.

It takes about two seconds for Steve and me to scramble up on the bed, both of us lunging for her like wolves stalking prey, burying her beneath kisses and nibbles and strokes and licks. She’s laughing madly beneath us between gasps of pleasure and surprise.

Steve and I each take a leg, spreading her open and begin to kiss slowly up, starting at her ankles, passing her calves, tickling the crooks of her knees with our lips. She’s shaking, the contact from the two of us perhaps overwhelming her.

“Now boys… be gentle with your old lady.” she manages to murmur as her fingers slide into our hair. She tugs at our strands hard before he and I meet at her core. My eyes lock with his and we both begin to feast on her, sharing her between us, kissing each other, then licking her, repeating this over and over before she starts pushing at our heads.

He and I pause our actions, peering up at her as she’s shuddering beneath us. “What’s wrong, Angel?”

She’s looking back and forth between us with a scowl. I’m starting to get worried. I look at Steve and he seems worried, too.

She puts her hands on her hips and intones in a low husky voice, “If one of you don’t fuck me right now I’m kicking you both out.”

MELISSA’S POV

I’m trying, but I can’t hold the frown. I start laughing and I pull Bucky toward me as Steve leans in to capture my lips in a deep, slow kiss. “You keep saying we’re gonna be the death of you, but I think it’s the other way ‘round, Maîtresse.”

I feel Bucky position himself between my legs, his already rock hard cock nudging my entrance gently before sliding all the way in, making me groan against Steve’s mouth which makes him kiss me even harder, my back arching up off the bed. “Fucking hell…”

My fingers tighten in Steve’s hair as Bucky starts the slow drag in and out, already moaning about how good I feel around him. Steve kisses a lazy path from my chin to my jaw to my neck and down my chest before capturing a taut nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping it gently as he tugs on the barbell there. His hand finds my other one and the stimulation is just… fucking incredible.

I feel his mouth suddenly disappear, Bucky having grabbed his hair and pulled him into a deep, heavy kiss. God, I love seeing them together.

I can feel Steve’s arm working his cock as they kiss, hearing Bucky grunt and groan into it as he plows into me. I watch them above me, and between my own moans and whimpers, I manage to get out, “Suck his cock, Sergeant.”

Bucky breaks the kiss to look down at me, teeth pressing into his lower lip. “He’s waited as long as you have. You want to, I know you do. Do it.” I raise my hands to trail down his belly, simply enjoying the feel of him being inside of me.

Suddenly, Bucky flips us around to where he’s on his back and I’m riding him. I reach behind him, propping his head and back up on the pillows against the headboard and Steve crawls over to us. He looks down at Bucky who’s wearing a huge smirk, “Get over here, jerk.”

He reaches out and grabs Steve by the ass, pulling him forward and instantly wrapping his lips around Steve’s swollen head. He growls against him with a particularly sharp buck of my hips, sliding him deeper inside of me.

I watch Steve’s head loll backwards at the initial contact, his hips jerking forward, Bucky’s name tumbling off his lips like a quiet prayer. His long fingers slide into the dark strands of Bucky’s hair, but he doesn’t tug. He just rests them there.

I start to move my hips again and I lean forward to press my lips against Bucky’s collarbone as he works Steve’s cock with that wickedly skillful tongue of his. I make little marks up and down his flesh, whispering what a good boy he is, how well he’s pleasuring Steve and me.

Each time I thrust against his hips he groans against Steve’s cock, and Steve is starting to tremble. “That’s it, come on my good boy, show Steve how much you want him, how much you need him. Look at how well you’re doing, he’s a wreck, Sergeant, and that’s all because of you.”

Bucky must be doing something right, because Steve is already warning him the same way Bucky warned Steve. Not to be outdone, Bucky digs his fingers into the flesh of Steve’s ass, holding him in place as Steve releases into his mouth, a babbling incoherent mess at the end.

He collapses beside Bucky, spent for the moment as Bucky works to swallow what Steve has given him. They’re kissing each other softly now, foreheads pressed together. I pick up the pace, renewed into the moment by what I just saw. Bucky gives a low growl and starts to pound up into me, sitting up to press me against his chest.

He attacks my neck, my shoulders with nibbles and kisses, then moves back a bit as Steve’s nudges him to get at my breasts, mouth latching to my nipple, fingers tugging on the other.

I toss my head back, lost in the pleasure when I feel Bucky’s metal hand slide down to my hip to guide me faster and his flesh hand snake between us to capture my little bundle of nerves. My whole body is trembling and I hear them, chanting for my release, mixed praises, each name for me, “Come on, Angel, let go for us…” “That’s it, Maîtresse, give us what we need, what we crave…”

I can feel it build, it’s right on the edge and finally the thread breaks as I cum around Bucky’s cock, white spots popping in my line of vision. I feel as if I’m floating, disconnected as my mouth tries to frame words and cannot. Something in French, intermingled with their names and a myriad of screams and whimpers, my nails digging into Bucky’s abdomen. His release is immediate once he feels me tighten, spilling into me all he has. “Holy shit, Melissa …. Oh fuck…”

They watch in awe as I come apart for them, one of Steve’s hands now cradling my head so I don’t fall backwards. I can feel his lips tenderly kissing the corner of my mouth while Bucky is licking along my jawline. My bones feel like jelly and I collapse forward onto Bucky’s chest, my head rolling onto Steve’s shoulder as they sit side by side.

“My god, my Angel. I have never seen anything more beautiful than that in my life.” Bucky’s brushing his thumb along my lower lip as he curls the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. Steve is running his fingers through my hair, cooing soft praises against the crown of my head. They lean their heads against each other’s as they cradle me, their faces matching masks of adoration.

I regain my breath, my power of speech and mumble, “Who’s going to be the death of whom?” I laugh softly, still feeling weightless in the strong arms of my two boys.

Exactly where I’m meant to be.

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